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sats are mine
i don't wanna feel like
im walking around cleveland alone
with no dope in the freezing ass cold today
even though the charcoal is a lil damp
from last night's sideways rain
i'll snatch some branches
from the pinochle tree
i'm gonna start a fire
no cunt is gonna stop me
from drinking beer and barbequing chicken today
i asked her to spend the night
not my life
i get it though
i'm always trying to hump up that hill
find clean water too
just today i get drunk with my cousins
maybe tomorrow we can lock the door
dead the cells
listen to norah jones
wring out some tear soaked bones
but right now if you don't go
right now
and stop distracting me from cooking this chicken,
drinking this 40 and discussing the decline of punk metal in the south lately with my bass playa
i'm gonna stab you in the neck with this big ass fork
take off your shirt
blow everybody
do something interesting
i don't wanna hear about how you lost your first child from shooting coke
it's 86 degrees,sunny
we got a cooler of 40's and like ten bottles
don't kill my mode bitch
cry to me when i'm sleeping
go home
damn
last time i suck toes and lick asshole on the first date
im walking around cleveland alone
with no dope in the freezing ass cold today
even though the charcoal is a lil damp
from last night's sideways rain
i'll snatch some branches
from the pinochle tree
i'm gonna start a fire
no cunt is gonna stop me
from drinking beer and barbequing chicken today
i asked her to spend the night
not my life
i get it though
i'm always trying to hump up that hill
find clean water too
just today i get drunk with my cousins
maybe tomorrow we can lock the door
dead the cells
listen to norah jones
wring out some tear soaked bones
but right now if you don't go
right now
and stop distracting me from cooking this chicken,
drinking this 40 and discussing the decline of punk metal in the south lately with my bass playa
i'm gonna stab you in the neck with this big ass fork
take off your shirt
blow everybody
do something interesting
i don't wanna hear about how you lost your first child from shooting coke
it's 86 degrees,sunny
we got a cooler of 40's and like ten bottles
don't kill my mode bitch
cry to me when i'm sleeping
go home
damn
last time i suck toes and lick asshole on the first date
Published 17th May 2014
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20th May 2014 12:20pm
Did punk metal get mixed up with rock-a-billy (in pure form good, but when turned to pop....just fucking stop.) and get watered down in the South?
Last time I was down there was Fort Benning, Georgia, 2005 and I wasn't given enough time and opportunity to find music.
Last time I was down there was Fort Benning, Georgia, 2005 and I wasn't given enough time and opportunity to find music.
22nd May 2014 4:09am
great voice in this one, your chicken beer sat religion/worship may be momentary but i like the zeal and the horrible dark funny truths you toss aside causally when most can't face a single god damn one
